MY WORLD, MY BOND OF AFFINITY
My English Translation of Write up By Nasera Sharma Ji That night in Shaheen Bagh proved to be a night of feeling, instead of being a night for expressing myself. As if, Foundation of Jamia Milia Islamia, date of Movement for Independence and those years of my teaching career were repeating themselves. All those episodes and memories started radiating like pearls, emerging out of closed sea- shells of my mind. Present was confronting me. For a long time, I was lost trying to co ordinate between past and present. I was lacking in verbal communication; heart and mind were entangled in whirlpool of sentiments. Abruptly, world of my feelings demanded from me, “Are you not recognizing ? They are not strangers; they are characters of your stories. Your very own, for whom you had woven dreams of today. And, Lo! I was able to break the ice. A smile spread on my face. I heaved a sigh of relief, as if nobody was a stranger to me any more. When, I glanced at the boundary ...